Grave Diggers

Jumping ship from one universe to the next was supposed to solve our problems, not create a whole set of new ones. It seemed that, as always, Emma and I had found ourselves in the deepest shit we could have imagined stepping in. Coming to Convergence was the answer to raising her son, Roman, in peace without fear of his father and living our lives as a pair of crazy old witches in the forest that kids would tell stories about.

That isn’t what the Universe intended though, it seems. One week in and I’ve already killed someone, something is stalking Emma and our neighbors seem a little too friendly and see way more than they’re actually telling us.

In my opinion, the Universe could kindly go fuck herself.